Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.